I tend to hide and cower
when everything falls apart
all around me.
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sober thoughts
Poetryvolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
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I tend to hide and cower
when everything falls apart
all around me.
